This is a song about "Pulling triggers"

Call me gob bluth cuz i'll be pulling tricks life long.

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

And it's pulling me apart a part

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

This boy's a bullet, but triggers, nobody will pull it

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Stand up misses i love your ambition

That the villains are pulling in